I'll tell you what it's like...
The Ant Deity or, That Summer in Virginia
Along surreptitious ivy lanes...
Tory Sitting on the Couch in a Coffee Shop on the Corner of Ninth Street and Avenue A
Dying between the whiteness...
Jim knelt on the dusty road...
Any Breakup---Bottled (Generic Kind)
In Rayna it is always light...
A Word of Advice: Cauliflower Sticks to Pubic Hair
Advice for Adolescent Boys of Any Age
Ode to the Writer from Stratford
Run for Milk on a Saturday Evening
Auburn-haired "Piderman" falls in the grass
a new appreciation for the rain
I am sitting cross-legged . . .
The Long Dark Lapidation of the Soul
Her Boobalets, Her Boobilettes, Her Breastitz
Speech to the Inhabitants of the Commonwealth in County Corn, Ireland
Monologue by Paris on His Decision Concerning the Golden Apple